"Loose tart humping anything that moves," I volley back at her maliciously, and I swear her eyes go nuclear with fury. Oddly... that makes my cock start to stiffen.
"Bah," she says mockingly, but I don't fail to notice the way her chest is rapidly rising and falling. "At least I know how to satisfy. I bet you wouldn't know your way around a woman with a medical textbook and Dr. Ruth giving you play-by-play instructions."
"You satisfy?" I say with a dubious laugh. "Didn't you hear the part where I said you were frigid?"
"I'm sure I could produce a better orgasm than your little limp, needle dick," she says with another sharp jab into my chest.
And okay... that does it. No one jabs me in the chest, makes a genuine insult to my dick, and then gets away with it. Especially not someone like Macy Carrington.
My hand shoots out so fast that Macy actually squeaks in surprise. "Dare you to call it a fucking needle dick now," I taunt her.
My fingers circle her hand and I jerk it hard toward my crotch, pressing her palm against my cock that's growing larger by the hate-spewing second.
She gasps, not in surprise but rather in pleasure, and her fingers curl reflexively around my shaft. She squeezes me hard, and that's all it takes for me to go fully erect.
I clamp my hand down over hers and force her to move it up and down my cock. "Admit it's not a needle dick," I rasp out as I urge her to create more friction against me.
Macy's eyes continue to glow, but this time, they're not filled with ice but rather erotic heat. She even moans a little, but then she whispers with a devious grin, "Needle dick."
I stare at her a moment, her eyes intent with challenge while she continues to stroke me through the khaki material.
Game fucking on.
I give her a sinful smile of my own. "I'm so going to make you eat those words," I tell her before I bring my other hand up behind her head and pull her to me. My lips crush hers in a brutal kiss meant to conquer and dominate. I push her mouth open with mine and shove my tongue inside, relishing another tiny moan she gives me along with a harder squeeze on my cock.
Fuck, she feels good.
Lips silky soft, breath minted sweetly, and her delicate fingers giving me a damn good hand job at the moment. I'll stop kissing her if she just takes back the "needle dick" insult. If she admits I've got a glorious cock, which I know I do, I'll let her go.
But she doesn't say a word. Instead, she kisses me back hard. I don't have time to bemoan the loss of her hand on my dick because just as soon as she releases me, both hands come to my shoulders and with a little jump, she's in my arms and her legs are wrapped around my waist. The white sundress she's wearing hikes up high, and I know this because my hands come up to grasp onto a toned ass with silky, smooth skin. My fingers arch inward and fuck... she's not wearing any underwear. My fingers graze slightly against warm, smooth pussy, and my cock starts to throb in pain.
"Pantry," Macy gasps into my mouth, except with her lips against mine it sounds like "Mam-free". Even though most of the blood has drained from my brain down to my erection, I understand what she's saying and I pull away from the kiss to look around.
"Right there," Macy says as she inclines her head past my shoulder. I turn swiftly, still holding her tight under her ass, and see a wooden door beside the large, sub-zero fridge. Two strides... I'm there and one hand has it quickly opened while the other holds my prize pressed hard against me.
When I step inside, Macy reaches back with one arm and pulls the door behind us, flicking on a switch by the door. A single light overhead illuminates a huge ass pantry filled with more food than could possibly feed this family in times of nuclear war. But that's the only thought I give to my current location because Macy gyrates her hips and pushes her sweet, wet core hard against my cock.
"Get your pants open," Macy commands as she presses her breasts against my chest hard and wraps her arms tightly around my neck. She tilts her head to the side and bites my earlobe forcefully.
My head starts swimming with a lust so tormenting, it borders on sadistic. I start sucking in hungry lungfuls of oxygen, spinning toward the closed door and pinning Macy up against it. Her arms tighten around my neck as I release my hold on her ass, my fingers scrabbling to get my button and zipper open while she squeezes me hard with her legs.
"Hurry," she urges me with a whispered moan.
"Fuck," I pant out when my fingers slip off my zipper but then make purchase again. I manage to get my shorts opened and pushed down past my balls, my dick so hard it's pointed skyward. It's pointing right at Macy's bare pussy hovering just a few inches above it.
While my instinct is to ram my way inside of her, I dial it back a notch, and instead drag a finger through her wet folds. Macy jerks in my arms, moaning, and that causes my balls to throb with need. I thrust a finger into her, pull it back, and then thrust two in its place, pleased to find her drenched already.
"Come on, Saint Cal," she taunts me through breathless pants. "Skip the foreplay... you can feel I don't need it."
I'm sick of her fucking jabs at me. I'm certainly no fucking saint, just as she sure as shit isn't the frigid bitch I've been calling her.
She doesn't want any foreplay?
She just wants to be fucked?
Fine.
My hands come to Macy's waist and I slam her down hard while my pelvis thrusts up, causing my cock to bury deep inside her wet warmth. Even as wet as I felt her to be, I know that had to sting a little because I, in fact, do not have a needle dick.
"Oooooohhhh." Macy lets out a long, tortured moan.
"Where's your needle dick, now?" I growl in her ear just before I pull my cock out of her, only to slam it right back in again. I tunnel into her tight pussy so hard that the entire pantry door shakes from the force of it, the back of her head bouncing against the wood.
I cut a quick glance to Macy's face, see her in the throes of immense pleasure, and I'm satisfied it didn't give her a concussion.
I don't need Macy to give me a concession now. I don't need her to apologize for her slander against my cock. That moan she gave me when I pounded home was all I needed for vindication.
So I start to fuck her up against the pantry door, making sure that she won't ever forget the length and girth of my dick.
And Christ... she fucking feels amazing. Tight. Wet. So fucking warm.
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"That's the way," she whispers in my ear before baring her teeth and biting the outer edge again.
Jesus... that hurts, so I slam into her harder.
She answers by slipping her hands into the collar of my shirt and digging her nails into my shoulders, and damn... I'm pretty sure she drew blood.
I fuck her harder, to show her who's in charge, and then I'm completely blown away because not thirty seconds into our fuck fest, Macy's body stiffens in my arms and her muscles contract hard around me as she starts to come. She cries out, digging her nails deeper into my skin, and oh yeah... it turns me on that she apparently likes it a little rough and at how fast she just came.
Lurching, slamming, thrusting upward, I fuck her, and fuck her, and fuck her up against the pantry door, not giving a damn if anyone is in the kitchen and can hear us. I chase the end of the orgasm rainbow and with one tremendously deep push, I start to unload inside of her.
A tortured groan bubbles up from my throat, my forehead falls to her shoulder, and my body spasms from the intense pleasure overload. I seem to come for an eternity in what may be the longest orgasm in my life as well as most certainly the quickest, hardest fuck of my life.
I relax my grip from Macy's waist so I can lower her to the ground but rather than release her hold around my hips with her legs, she tightens them. Lifting my head from her shoulder, I look at her.
She stares at me with hot challenge. "Keep going."
"What?" I ask, dumbfounded.
Macy does something then... something inside her pussy that causes her muscles to grip onto my half-hard cock and start massaging it back to life. She rotates her hips and grinds herself against me.
"Keep fucking me," she commands.
Chapter 4
Jesus Christ, this woman is something else.
Even as it's on the tip of my tongue to deny her... to tell her that there's no way I can go again so soon, she leans forward and sucks gently on my earlobe for a second, then murmurs in a sexy, raspy voice, "I want to milk your cock again."